Basketball has always been my best sport. I started playing in the ninth grade, and everything was going great with practices and playing, except for one game
Then everything changed.
It all started on game day, in the big gymnasium. Freshman games usually do not have a lot of people compared to varsity, but they were still very nerve wrecking.
“Hustle in boys!” our coach shouted. “Deandre, I want you guarding 11,” he demanded.
Quickly, the team ran back to the court, and went into position. The whistle blew and everyone sprung into action. Our team started on defense, the other team took a shot, but the ball bounced off the rim. I jumped up in the air to grab the ball. “Go Deandre, Go!” I could hear being shouted in the background.
Running
Then everything changed.
It all started on game day, in the big gymnasium. Freshman games usually do not have a lot of people compared to varsity, but they were still very nerve wrecking.
“Hustle in boys!” our coach shouted. “Deandre, I want you guarding 11,” he demanded.
Quickly, the team ran back to the court, and went into position. The whistle blew and everyone sprung into action. Our team started on defense, the other team took a shot, but the ball bounced off the rim. I jumped up in the air to grab the ball. “Go Deandre, Go!” I could hear being shouted in the background.
Running